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作曲 : Sixth Prince |
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Going down a dirty inner city side road |
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I plotted |
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Madness passed me by, she smiled hi ” |
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I nodded |
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Looked up as the sky began to cry |
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She shot it |
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Met a girl from Dearborn, early six o'clock this morn |
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A cold fact |
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Asked about her bag, suburbia's such a drag |
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Won't go back' |
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'Cos Papa don't allow no new ideas here |
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And now he sees the news, but the picture's not too clear |
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Mama, Papa, stop |
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Treasure what you got |
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Soon you may be caught |
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Without it |
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The curfew's set for eight |
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Will it ever all be straight |
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I doubt it |
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7 jealous fools playing by her rules |
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Can't believe her |
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He feels so in between, can't break the scene |
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It would grieve her |
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And that's the reason why he must cry |
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He'll never leave her |
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Crooked children, yellow chalk writing on the concrete walk |
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Their King died |
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Drinking from a Judas cup,looking down but seeing up |
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Sweet red wine' |
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Cos Papa don't allow no new ideas here |
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And now you hear the music but the words don't sound too clear |
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Mama, Papa, stop |
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Treasure what you got |
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Soon you may be caught |
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Without it |
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The curfew's set for eight |
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Will it ever all be straight |
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I doubt it |
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Going down a dusty,Georgian side road |
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I wonder |
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The wind splashed in my face can smell a trace |
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Of thunder |
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